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Mom did a surprising thing today....she tossed all my blankies in the wash! It's not like I spent a lot of time in my crate, and I hardly ever lay down in there. Mostly, I just nom on my kibble and then bust out....and everybody knows I don't stay in my crate, which might cause a thinking dog to wonder why mom puts the latch on the door while I eat....
It's cause of Sally's diet. If mom doesn't close my door, Sally comes and noses me out of the bowl for a few bites of non-portion controlled kibble. Can't blame the ol gal. Mom doesn't hardly feed her anything, and I'm not a chow-it-down-and-gone kind of guy anyhow. I was raised as an only-dog and could snack all day long. I got better things to do than stand around and eat for ten minutes....play ball, for one thing.
Anyhow, guess I need fresh blankies for the "show"....more on that later. Dad just got home and I gotta do official "home from work" greeting duty. Yerz, Yukonowits
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